Do you long to be a Prophet
To Burn with Sacred Fire
Like the Bush upon the Hill
Or Faithful on their Pyre?
Do you Yearn for Freedom
To Wander
With the breeze
To shed the Chains of Weariness
& Rise up off your knees?

Then know this: A prophet
cannot have his Freedom
Though Burden’d easy & Yok’d
Light
& the Freed cannot Worship
At Slave-Built Altars Bright
But must out of Darkness
Learn
Another Sacred Sight

You cannot twice be Made a Slave
(The darkness
seems to say)
& all your fear will dissipate
If only you
Make
Way